She Comes to

The moment Mark stepped out the door the bright smile on Rachels face fell into a look of confusion. The woman feeling like she had just become instantly sober again after being black out drunk. The memories of the past half an hour or so a large blur.

"What just happened" she asked herself. Feeling normal yet out of place. Looking down to check herself her eyes suddenly widened, pupils dilating to pin pricks. "What the hell am I wearing!?" she screamed in her head. Quickly checking to make sure no one was around she snuck up to the door, closed and locked it before anyone could walk in to see her like this. Then assessing herself further she unknotted her blouse wondering what bra she was wearing, sure she didn't own one like this. However it seemed to fit her perfectly. Comfortably pressing her modest bust up for great sex appeal. Shacking it off she quickly returned the blouse to normal, grumbling about the wrinkles made it from being rolled up.

Then she was at a loss at her lower half. Her skirt was just permanently shorter than she remembered, the stockings and heels she wore she barely recognized. No matter how much she adjusted the skirt would never go down enough and the stockings never came up enough. The heels, though surprisingly comfortable, just felt wrong to wear. Curious the woman looked underneath her skirt and was relieved to find the normal grey and black panties she had put on this morning still there.

Still utterly confused she wondered how this happened, she tried to think back to her lesson, but all that replayed was a normal class period. She could even swear that a student had come up to talk to her but for the life of her she couldn't quite relive the memory. After being lost in thought for a while she heard a knock on the door.

"Right I still have two periods to teach" Rachel thought to herself, before looking down at herself again. Being as normal as she could be she threw of the weird confusion and went to unlock the door. To then hurry behind her desk.

The next two periods she gave the excuse that she had twisted her ankle and needed to sit while doing her lesson plan. Once all that was done she busied herself while waiting for the school to clear out so that she could sneak to her car. She didn't want to be caught dead in this outfit by her students or co-workers.

Eventually she stuck her head out of her classroom, seeing an empty hallway she quickly locked her classroom door and started making her way. Only her luck wasn't very good as she ran into the worst person possible.

The school principal.

Not because he was an overly serious professional man, but rather the opposite. He was the kind of man who loved the change in Rachels attire. Feeling that she could go even further and he wouldn't mind one bit. In fact he would encourage it, if it didn't risk a sexual harassment charge.

"Oh Ms. Layman! How has your day been? No troubles in class?" The man asked while looking the sexy younger woman up and down. Admiring her stocking clad legs and the pale sliver of thigh.

"Oh just fine Mr. Slaney, I was just leaving" she said trying her best to ignore his wondering eyes. Feeling uncomfortable on a normal day, now she felt as if she was standing in front of him naked. What a nightmarish thought.

"Of course, have a wonderful evening" the man said, letting her pass.

She did so knowing that the man was just going to stare at her ass as she walked away, however she just wanted to get away from this interaction as soon as possible.

"Damn that skirt and heels do wonders for her ass" the man said to himself watching her quickly walk away.